Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.